In herds of painted colors unshod hooves tear across the land scape. Tumble weeds chase them in their wake, as they leave a trail of dust thrown up by them as they go. Through thin brown grasses, they rampage on endless plain that has no end from horizon to horizon. Shaking the earth as they dance along, trotting with fire in their snorts and strength in their mane's. Wild horses thunder on the prairie, as they run into the setting sun as if chasing some place not yet known to man. Fading shadows of the heard conjures up legends of an era gone by as they thunder on the prairie into the steel grey sky.